As I walk through this garden,
I can feel the love.
The flowers aren't on th ground,
They come from above.
I know that she is watching,
And I know when she cries,
Because flowers fall like teardrops,
Right from the clear blue sky.
I see her in my dreams,
Each and every night,
So now I know it will be alright.
When I want to think of her,
I search deep down in my love,
And look to the skies,
For flowers from above.
For my grandmother who passed on August 19th, 1991.
I love you grandma, and I will always love you. God Bless!!!
